Xuanhuan: I am the bad luck villain

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Amidst the loud noise, the severely damaged courtyard gate was kicked open.

Qin Yu led the six female killers and walked in with a gloomy expression.

Behind him was Qin Shou, who also had an unsightly expression.

The first thing they saw when they entered the courtyard was dilapidated houses and a mess all over the place.

Speaking of this yard, it was miserable enough. In just a few months, it suffered no less than four times of destruction.

In the battle a few days ago, the entire courtyard was demolished.

Recently, it was built urgently with great difficulty, and now it has been dismantled beyond recognition.

Glancing at Qin Wuwei and the guards on both sides, he turned to the corpses of the guards who had been lined up and covered with white cloth.

Finally, with his pupils shrinking, Qin Yu quickened his pace and rushed out to the innermost part of the courtyard.

Here, several physicians are gathering together to frown and discuss.

In front of them, it was directly on the wooden bed that was lifted out of the room.

Zhao Mengya lay there with a pale face, motionless.

"Zhao Mengya? What's the matter? Why is she hurt so badly!"

Come quickly to the bed, avoiding the lanterns and candles hanging around for light.

Qin Yu looked at the motionless Zhao Mengya with gloomy eyes.

The captain of Qin Wuwei who was standing beside him hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.

"A thief entered your courtyard at night, young master, and it seemed that he wanted to steal something. Miss Zhao stood up to stop her, and the result was..."

"...What did they take?"

"I don't know, but the ground in the lower left corner of the room was broken, and a big hole appeared."

"In the lower left corner, the Azure Dragon Sword... is it coming towards the sword..."

Taking a deep breath, Qin Yu suddenly turned his head to look at the doctor next to him.

"How is she hurt? Can she be treated well?"

The Qin family's dedicated doctors nearby looked at each other with tangled expressions.

One of the oldest old men spoke in a deep voice.

"Um, fourth young master, this girl, although she was seriously injured, she was not fatal, but the problem is..."

"Speak straight! Don't talk nonsense!"

"But the problem is that there are too many old injuries in her body. She has been stimulated by drugs, has undergone resistance training, and has many times of muscle cutting and signs of bone fracture. The damage to the tendons is so severe that it has long been like the hole The pot of pot, the bowl of bottomless, even if they don’t get hurt this time, I’m afraid they won’t be able to live for a few years, and this time the sudden injury adds to the injury, I’m afraid..."

Having said that, the old man didn't continue to speak, but the meaning of his words was already very clear.

Qin Yu's face sank when he heard the words, and after a few seconds of silence with his eyes downcast, he suddenly spoke softly.

"Is there really no way out?"

"That's not true. There is still salvation, but it can only be barely saved. It needs to abolish the cultivation base, and it can live for another two years at most. When the girl woke up just now, the old man has already told her the result. But this girl didn't want us to save her, so she passed out in a moment of excitement."

"...You guys go down, Qin Wuwei and the guards too, go away."

"Yes!"

Everyone clasped their fists, dropped the things in their hands and left quickly.

Standing by the bed, Qin Yu glanced at Zhao Mengya who was still in a coma, shook his head and sighed, and walked into the house.

He looked at the remains of the mechanism that had been dug up, and the Qinglong Sword that had disappeared.

Qin Yu didn't go that way at all, but went directly to the cabinet and opened the cabinet door suddenly.

Taking out the cutting board from inside, Qin Yu followed the inconspicuous gap and opened it with a blank expression.

The next moment, a silver cold light appeared in it.

Qinglong Broken Sword!

Putting the real Qinglong sword in his waist, Qin Yu went outside again, and found that Zhao Mengya had woken up from a coma, and was staring blankly at the sky in a daze.

Qin Yu stood beside her silently, and Zhao Mengya remained silent.

After more than ten seconds, Zhao Mengya's cold voice sounded.

"You don't need to save me. Even if you save me, I won't be able to help you with my current appearance, and I won't live for two years. Let me die as a killer. Anyway, as early as ten years ago, I should have died."

Hearing Zhao Mengya's words, Qin Yu lowered his head and stroked the hilt of his sword, and suddenly spoke in a deep voice.

"You know that the swords there are fake, why do you risk your life to lure them there, can't you just escape?"

"The real sword is in the room. I can't bet against them. Besides, killers are used to play a role. Killers who are afraid of death are of no use."

Taking a sideways glance at the Qinglong Broken Sword on Qin Yu's waist, Zhao Mengya slowly closed her eyes with an indifferent expression from the beginning to the end.

"Fourth young master, I have saved the sword. I have not broken my promise to you. Let me rest for a while. I haven't calmed down so much for a long time. It's been a long time..."

Seeing Zhao Mengya's eyes closed and motionless, Qin Yu held the hilt of his sword in silence for a while.

Before he could say anything, an arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulder from behind.

Qin Shou's deep voice sounded.

"Killers are meant to be used desperately. Few killers can end up in bed. This is her life, son."

"... Fate? I don't believe in your son's fate!"

Letting go of the hilt of the sword, Qin Yu reached out to grab the gourd at his waist, but was held down by Qin Shou, who had quick eyes and quick hands.

"Don't be stupid!"

He had guessed what Qin Yu was going to do, and his face was ashen at the moment.

"Innate Realm Killer, as much as you want, I can give you as much as you want, it's not worth it!"

Hearing this, Qin Yu didn't open his mouth to refute, but just looked back at Qin Shou silently.

"Friar at the golden core stage, you want as much as you want in this world. Do you think it's worth using those green dragon blood on you?"

"........."

"This thing is mine, and I think it's worth it, so it's worth it."

Gently breaking away from Qin Shou's palm, Qin Yu tore open the gourd and moved towards Zhao Mengya, pinching the other's mouth, ignoring Zhao Mengya's widening eyes, and began pouring blood into her mouth desperately.

"Come on, treat you to a last meal of game before you die!"

Qinglong blood, the blood of one of the four holy beasts, is a treasure that can regenerate a person and repair all obvious and hidden injuries.

If you absorb enough, you can also get a good self-healing ability.

After the pure wood aura from heaven and earth poured into Zhao Mengya's body, it crazily restored her body that had been riddled with holes due to the forced execution of killer training.

In Zhao Mengya's widened eyes, the injuries on her body and face began to recover rapidly.

Qin Shou, who saw this scene, turned his back and looked up to the sky with a sigh.

"Sin, why did the old man give birth to you, a fool who can only use emotions, hey."

Shaking his head, Qin Shou turned and walked towards the exit.

The six female killers who were gathering together and looking at this side secretly, with strange colors in their eyes, also reluctantly followed Qin Shou's gaze and left.

In a blink of an eye, only Qin Yu and Zhao Mengya were left in the courtyard.

Silently fed the blood, and after confirming that Zhao Mengya's internal and external injuries had all recovered, Qin Yu hurriedly pulled the gourd out of her mouth, and tightened the mouth of the gourd in pain.

Well, half of the blood that was not much was gone.

Now it's all right, don't say it's the Qinglong arm, with this little stock left, it's a question of whether you can condense a Qinglong middle finger.

Looking at Qin Yu's heartache, Zhao Mengya, who supported the wooden bed with both hands and slowly sat up, had complicated eyes.

"Fourth young master, the Qin family has no shortage of innate masters, so why use such a precious thing to save me?"

Zhao Mengya is not stupid. Although she is not sure what she drank just now, she can quickly recover from internal and external injuries alone.

As well as Qin Shou's appearance of hating iron but not steel, Zhao Mengya can easily guess that this is definitely an extremely precious treasure.

At least, it is more precious than a congenital master who can be seen everywhere in Qin Manor.

Shaking the gourd, listening to the sound of water inside, Qin Yu, who was sitting on the ground by the bed, didn't even turn his head when he heard the words.

"No reason, just do what you want."

"Saving my life with this thing, is it worth it?"

"...Zhao Mengya, you said a word, right? If I don't betray you, you will give your life to me. I am a person who will take revenge, but I also have a clear distinction between love and hatred. Although you, a woman, are a little out of the ordinary, But if you have helped me, then I will help you, and if you live up to me, so will I, this is called trust."

After speaking, Qin Yu raised the gourd again.

"Drink water? The normal kind."

"...Thank you."

"Oh, it turns out that you, a woman, can also say thank you."